User blog comment:Rawfan56/The Otter Tribes/@comment-3094815-20110606190756

''Just in Mossflower Wood, near the Abbey, eleven cloaked beasts make camp. The tallest one, obviously their leader, pulls out a finely made yew longbow and runs an eye along its length, speaking softly to it in a deep, though feminine, smooth voice'' Long have I missed thee, O Isgaradr. What hast those vermin done to thee, using thee for their wicked murders. But I hath regained thee and shall cleanse thine sorrows ''begins singing in an unknown language while running her paw up and down the bow's length. Another beast sits down beside her, pulling out his own weapon'' It is good and fitting that we get our weapons back. It was a long imprisonment and I am glad to walk free in these woods again with my weapon at my side The leader pauses, finished with her song and answers him As am I, Marchurin, as am I.

Lath thumps his rudder for attention I don't want to be interrupting, but, who is this Martin the Warrior?